About Me

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31deg29'26.87" N. 65deg50'11.93" E., Asia Minor, Azerbaijan
Everything that could possible happen between people happens during photography. It’s cool to see life thru a lens and play out on that stage over and over again. For me photography is a chance to peek in the human condition a little bit and see what makes people human and too see what makes them tick. It could be love, hate, stress, fear or anything for that matter but I have seen it through photography. I love it and I have to see that real burn out. If I saw photography as a job then I would get burnt out. I love to see a different way on how to understand people and even the relationships between people. Seeing so much beauty, emotion and action in photography made me open my eyes. Every day and ever place I walk I see something I can capture with a camera. I am always making notes and creating my own Rolodex of ideas. When I photograph, I document life happening before my eyes. It’s dynamic, fluid, and I must react to what’s happening before me to capture its essence. I love the problem solving and the hunt that comes along with photography.

Shadows ans Wispers of morning prayer....

Windows of thin Grey light

the hushed and holy time it takes

for day to waken from the dark.

Dawn should last,

at least, the time of tea,

to let the boiling kettle rise,

the water crash against the leaves,

the flush aroma on the nose,

the silent sips of cooling brew

when that last drought is drained

the light will be complete.

Day should unwind from night

as lovers untangle

from the mesh of sleep

a slow silent ease

not to rob the moment of its quiet

All these things I consider holy.

Prayer is not a breath

in churches

at angled wood

It is not a petition

It does not count on beads

rattling fear and praises.

It is the slow absorption of the day

the becoming

the unity of elements

the acknowledgment of oneness,

the recognition

that the skin is no boarder,

our hearts are free to wash

beyond the walls of self

into all the world.

Prayer is the diffusion of these peoples being

into that greater being

the thread and cadence of the world.

Such a mystic prayer

cannot be uttered in the whim of a moment.

It needs that slow cool quiet of Grey windows

and the grace of unwinding lovers

unraveling their joys.

The distant sound of nothing I understand

still brings me peace, calmness and a tone to start my day.